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Bella Swan/wants big "D" ... "E"?
"Stop it." I look away, my cheeks flushing.
Because the heater closest to us is on full blast.
That's why.
Edward looks all too proud of himself.
"You started it. Calling me out. If you would have just gone along with it, we could be doing other things around this time on Friday."
Emphasis on "other things".
I look around the room, and I'm surprised that the people around us aren't humping each other.
The sexual tension at our table is so thick it would take a chainsaw to cut through it.
Fuck.
"Bella?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to order or should I ask for the check?"
What I really want is to take him to the bathroom and do crazy nympho things to him, but I pick up my menu and order the first thing my eyes land on.
I seriously hope I like couscous or Edward's going to waste his money on this date.
Our waiter walks off and he leans in, that cocky smile making my insides quiver.
"You're dirty."
"You don't know the half of it."